{"id":257758,"date":"2026-07-13T15:48:23","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:48:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cursed-in-glass-marina-simcoe\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T15:48:23","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T12:48:23","slug":"cursed-in-glass-marina-simcoe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/cursed-in-glass-marina-simcoe\/","title":{"rendered":"Cursed In Glass – Marina Simcoe"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cHe could\u2019ve at least dried his clothes before leaving,\u201d Kye noted grumpily. \u201cNow they\u2019ll say I came unhinged again and tossed my uncle into the pool.\u201d \u201cHas that happened?\u201d I asked. \u201cDo you actually toss people into pools?\u201d He shrugged. \u201cOccasionally. But most do it themselves. Some run away. Others swim away. No one wants to stay here for long. Admit it, you would\u2019ve flown away too, my pretty butterfly, if you had a choice.\u201d<\/p>\n

I would\u2019ve if I could, but I didn\u2019t admit it out loud. I didn\u2019t want to bring him down again after the intense conversation he\u2019d had with his uncle. \u201cDid you argue about me?\u201d I asked instead. He rubbed his chest, suppressing a sigh. \u201cOh, we argue about many things, my darling.<\/p>\n

All we do is argue whenever he comes by, which is probably why he hates coming here.\u201d \u201cWhat do you argue about?\u201d He waved a hand. \u201cEverything, really. Arnon is the Prince Regent. He\u2019s the one who\u2019s currently wearing the proverbial Crown of Olathana. \u2018Proverbial\u2019 because I broke the actual crown, as has been prophesied,\u201d he added slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn fact, I went even further than the prophecy said. I broke two crowns, my mother\u2019s and my own.\u201d \u201cWhy did you break it?\u201d He paused his gaze on me, his lips pursed for a moment. A storm brewed in his eyes that made me instantly regret asking the question. \u201cBecause golden filigree is exceptionally fragile when turned to glass,\u201d he finally said. \u201cYou touched it.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s all it took,\u201d he confirmed. \u201cI kept my crown on the stand by my bed.<\/p>\n

When I woke up that cursed morning, I took it from the stand to put it on my head like always did, and it shattered in my fingers. I had a splitting headache, a dry mouth, and a terrible hangover. Then I saw a glass statue in my bed, and realized it was the woman I spent the night with.\u201d<\/p>\n

That must\u2019ve been awful. I covered my mouth with my hand, unable to comprehend the horror he must\u2019ve felt. \u201cI was terrified.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 Marina Simcoe All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, please contact the author. Marina Simcoe Marina.Simcoe@Yahoo.com Facebook\/Marina Simcoe Author This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author\u2019s imagination.<\/p>\n

Locales and public names are used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental. Looking for your next great read? Explore new releases at Lokepub Spelling: English (American) Proofreading by Owl Eyes Proofs & Edits Images source Depositphotos.com Cover Design and illustrations by Marina Simcoe No generative artificial intelligence (AI) was used in the writing or illustrating of this book. The author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication to train AI technologies to generate text or pictures, including, without limitation, technologies capable of generating literary and artistic works.<\/p>\n

Cursed in Glass contains graphic descriptions of intimacy and discussions on adult themes. Intended for mature readers. OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com I Chapter 1 Kye tried to stay away from water, but it wasn\u2019t easy for a couple of very important reasons. One, my palace stood on the coral reef Lyrei, in the middle of the ocean. Not only was it almost entirely surrounded by water, but every door and terrace here led out to the shore. And two, I was a siren. Water called to me, no matter how much I tried to stay away from it.<\/p>\n

I lived in the vast, majestic Kingdom of Olathana. It was undoubtedly the most beautiful place in the whole of Nerifir, magical and perfect. The kingdom\u2019s only blight was me, its cursed king. No matter how much time I spent by the water, I couldn\u2019t do anything that sirens normally did in the ocean.<\/p>\n

That was one of the many ill effects of my curse. The water no longer obeyed me as it should. Even my song was long lost. All I did while at the water\u2019s edge was sit on a glass branch of the dead coral, stare out to the horizon, and bask in the sun like a fucking turtle. I dipped a foot into the waves below and felt only the faintest whisper of the connection I\u2019d once had with the ocean.<\/p>\n

The sun warmed my skin. The breeze played with my long hair. Those sensations were strong and clear, but the caress of water between my toes was muffled, reaching to me as if through a thick fog or a layer of dense wool.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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